Chapter 3 - 3

Picking the platter up from the table the chocolate cake smell made my traitor of a stomach growl in need again. She placed the cake on top of my stomach making it the perfect table. Commanding me to eat every bite she pushed my face right into the confection. " Pigs don't have hands,' she reminded me as I took my first bite. She gleefully laughed at me once again as I struggled to lean forward enough to continue. Commanding me to root my pig nose into the middle she wanted to once again hear me oink. I was once again feeling more than full and raising my face from the cake I pleaded with my eyes to be allowed to stop. I turned my head away from her face and wiggled in my chair still stuck tight. She pulled my face back around and though I tried to resist holding my chin in her hand she pulled my mouth open and in anger began to stuff great hand fulls into my mouth. "You will finish every bite of this you fat ***ing hog or you will spend the rest of eternity in that chair!" she yelled at me.

I finished that cake out of breath my belly rising like a great large balloon. By now I was so full I could barely breath. My Mistress looked down at me with something like sadistic pride. A moment later I heard the large cracking sound as that damned chair finally broke. The sides splintering as my fat pushed ever outward. My complete humiliation met as I sprawled out onto the floor. I lay there my huge orb of a stomach blocking my view yet I could still hear her laughing at me. My arms flapping uselessly by my sides unable to turn over and rise. Placing a foot against my side she pushed as hard as she could I felt myself rolling. Still her merriment continued as she made me roll over again and again. My arms unable to even reach the floor my belly having become so large I could not stop her at all. All around the room I spun. When she stopped It was at the edge of the bed she had cleverly built to sink into the floor.Pulled my useless hands over my head she chained me to the posts that rose out of the floor repeating the process on my legs. Climbing onto my stomach she sat in the middle. She enjoyed herself for a few minutes as my breathing made her rise up and down. She thought it was even funnier as she sitting atop my great gut could not reach her feet down to the floor. She slid from the top of my form and leaving me just long enough to return again with that damned funnel hose and another jug filled with cream and powders. I violently shook my head. Once again it did not stop her.